The break of dawn brings forth, the tragic completion of rupture.
It feels as though nothing is what it seems, nightmares overwhelm my dreams.
Causing this, nauseating feeling inside my gut.
At night, cruel are these dreams which I envision throughout my mind.

As we lay intertwined here, enshrouded by the feeling of placidity.
Every aspect distinguishably as clear as could be, and I never felt more alive then when I dream of you.
The irony of it all leads to questioning, and thus brings on fear.

My thoughts clouded with uncertainty.
I am at battle with my inner demons.
I remember the contours of your lips, graciously pressed so tightly against mine.
Now, I'm left to wonder.
Uncertain these nightmares are in fact a dream.
While you slept I crept up to your room, careful not to make a sound.

I marvelled at such utter beauty, the unstableness maddening.
I carve through your abdomen, witnessing your eyes fade from brown to grey.
The surge brought me to my knees, as I permeate your chest plate, and now, feel the true meaning of having your heart ripped out, straight from your chest cavity.

Wither and die away already.

02. Through Evidence

Lyrics by Kevin McCaughey

To proceed down this path which I call my life, is an intricate journey through dark disturbance.
To undertake this path again I called life, is to understand that I never once held a chance.
It will be the last time I will ever lay my eyes on you.

Oh dear Gaia.
My life is now slowly winding down.
Cold concrete has now numbed my joints, from my days locked away down here.
Arming myself with useless courage, I guess hoping for a miracle.
When in fact I'm less than a pious being,
(God himself couldn't save me here).

To undertake this path again I called life, is to understand that I never once held a chance.
Mother I am so scared now.
Unaccustomed to playing the role of the victim.
Uncertainty is quite dreadful, but I have pushed on too far to come back, I have pushed on too far to come back.

My recollection of thought is so vague, a foggy visions of repugnance.
Yet I do recall the look of fear, imprinted on so many nameless faces.
Bloodshed was inevitably welcomed from there on.
Held captive like a slave for days without any light.
Confined to a stale, ill-at-ease room.

How I survived so far, is a miracle in itself, now I wait ...

Mercy through death.

03. Kneel

Lyrics by Kevin McCaughey

[Pilatus:] "Father is it possible to grant forgiveness for a sinful action to be committed?"

([Father:] "My son, you would have to question whether or not the said-sin is necessary.")

[Pilatus:]
"(Absolutely...) to wash away indecency, re-write who we are.
Weeding out societies weakest in attempts to cure.
The disease which we are fed, forcefully down our throats.
I seek absolution for these sins unwritten.
Any who stand in my way, shall be subjected to torn ligaments and limbs ripped from their sockets.
For no pity shall be handed down to the feeble.
Human nature seals our fates by leading us down a path of destruction;
I have just merely sped up the process.
To wash away indecency, re-write who we are.
Weeding out societies weakest in attempts to cure.
The disease which we are fed, forcefully down our throats.
I seek absolution for these sins unwritten."

([Father:] "Son? Why are you explaining all this to me?")

[Pilatus:]
"Well I never had much use for religion.
I merely needed someone to listen.
Father witness (the) decline of decaying culture.
You've, sealed your fate, sealed your doom"

04. Shunned Redeemer

Lyrics by Kevin McCaughey

This life of opulence has beaten all goodness right out of us.
Turning men to gods, then men to despicable parasites.
Nurturing indecency, incapable of true motherly love.
We spit on preconceived notions of compassion.
Everything's now subjected to termination.

A most voracious pack guided to the point of no-return.
Positivism is obsolete in a world filled with greedy consumers.
Only deceit and prejudices leads to such aberrations.
This life of opulence has beaten all goodness right out of us.
Turning men to gods, then men to despicable parasites.

Advancing or regressing?
Should we ever consider the option?
How is it that our evolution became the devastating?
Like a child screaming, gasping to breathe, we must unlearn before treason reaches its highest possible form.

Disease to the Lungs, the solutions are narrowing to the same conclusions.
To salvage the Land, you must first rid the earth of us, the problem.
Like businessmen you squeeze every resource to maximize profitability.
Helpless followers in what seems to be a game of hid and seek, but you too will crumble beneath her wrath.

Tear you out, feel her wrath.
Year you up, feel her wrath.
I am thy leprous leech of a saviour.
Ready to take action against all indecent entrepreneurs.
To redeem our social values in the eyes of our Mother, and to set ablaze the masses, and their unscrupulous behaviours.

The mysteries of life have been erased.
Break this bond, the time has come, feel her wrath.
They mysteries of life have been replaced.
Break this bond, the time has come, feel her wrath.

05. You Shouldn't Be Alive

Lyrics by Kevin McCaughey

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06. Scorn Haven

Lyrics by Kevin McCaughey

...And I woke up in a blur and was tied up, hurt, adrenaline scorching inside, as it raced through my veins.
I was coughing up blood, I must've looked like shit... and the worst part was that I had no recollection whatsoever of what, or who brought me here?
and why?
but before I could make any senses of this situation, I heard it all loudly and clearly;
"I resent your vile existence!
I truly despise what I've designed and you're a major factor in that little kid.
I saw an elder man, or the reflection of my future Self.
That's when it all came back to me;
The Bar, the magnum, the shots of J.D...
Perdition's rhetorical theory:
I'm sorry nobody loves you, but just think about how miserable I have become and that's all your fault.
I haven't smiled once since the day you were born...

[ref:JTHM]
"I give into ever day's decline, unscathed, that was just Freewill!
I know something's inherently wrong in this, but nonetheless, you should've treated it as a gift" said the voice.
"You're name is of no importance to me anymore.
This is how I perceive you and your kin; blood, tissues, tubes and fat.
A most simplistic schematic, grotesquely heightened by desires and wires.
Like butter scraped over too much bread, your lifeline is growing thinner,

[ref: LOTR]
Worship my pores, my sweat... palpable like my overgrowing distaste for mankind" and the voice sighed audibly.
As if it was scanning inward to expel the last shards of pity from its heart.
Or maybe it was only trying to convince itself still, but just lacking in better words to use, and now bending over the twilight blinding my swollen eyes.
I thought I saw God.
"You strayed away from the Path, now, Gott ist Tot and be the hammer my witness.
"I shall uproot the herd as I often did before!" said HE, the elder.

[ref:Nietzche]
During his lecture, I abruptly spring free from my shackles and with fear as weapon, strangled all life out of the elder man.
The poignant scenario of a dying breed and Its dilemmas.
The Seed overcoming its fate, and overpowering its sovereign.
"Fuck the Scriptures; I'm questioning the question, Through Murder; it took me five second to climb Babel's Tower"

The massacre of hundreds of innocent humans echoes through me, like the chorus of a symphonic orchestra.

Fear imprinted in their eyes so deeply, deep.
I'll reap vengeance upon the weak.
My desperation mirrors your future so bleak.
I'll reap vengeance upon the weak.
I'll gratify my actions so to speak.
Reap vengeance, on everyone who dared to call me a freak.

Pleading for mercy to be kept alive, for a brief moment longer.
Only to shatter a glimpse of hope held so dear, of one day seeing sunlight again.
My dementia praecox has pushed me over the edge to unstableness.
Failure to react has led us here.
Pushing this illness to new extremes.

A distant memory of roaming these streets daily overshadows me.
The mind numbing sensation that I could have accomplished so much more.
Is it any wonder why we're are all here today?
I am the mastermind behind your demise, a victim of abuse now willing to die for his gratification.

I'll reap vengeance upon the weak.
My desperation mirrors your future so bleak.
I'll reap vengeance upon the weak.
I'll gratify my actions so to speak.
Who knew I was capable of such barbarism?

08. Untitled

Lyrics by Kevin McCaughey

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09. Void Of Conscience

Lyrics by Kevin McCaughey

He said "can't you understand that I don't have time for this today".

What goes in one ear goes out the other.
Everything he said rendered useless.

He yelled "Hey! What do you think you're doing man?"
To be quite honest, I couldn't care less what this creep thinks.
Hormone's powerfully controlling my every move.

What goes in one ear goes out the other.
Everything he said rendered useless.

"I have acquired a hatred for mankind" I said.
"Your putrid life is as meaningless as a cockroach to me".
He kicked fiercely to break free from my stronghold, despair now clouds his dread filled eyes.
He screamed "help me!".
No one will hear your cry for help locked away down here.
Releasing all built up tension.
Begging for pity, forcing culmination.
Choking the life out of him.

What goes in one ear goes out the other.
Everything he said, rendered useless.

I fight to keep a grip on sanity.
Beating his face to a pulp on the sidewalk.
His bruised body now reflects my bruised ego.
Perfection, the look in his eye as, I stole his life.
Naive was he to trust a stranger.

10. Tarnished Trepidation

Lyrics by Kevin McCaughey

With a dissatisfying taste in my mouth, I swallow what's left of my pride, as I am fed my last meal.
Remember how I claimed to be less than a pious being?
You can now leave me father, no words could excuse me now.
Now words could excuse me now.

Each Iron bar holds a secret meaning, given during my time here.
Each Iron bar holds a different face, tarnished before my time here.
The once feared "man dressed in black", now a symbol of anticipation.
My only regret, not being able to ride my soul of these minacious voices.
With time they have grown, colder pushing my ego to an intense solstice.

When they come for me, I will not fight.
I am ready to go in peace, the time is right.
I was foolish to believe, that I could single-handedly save humanity.
The sacrifice was offered long before I was conceived.
But beware, where I failed. Someone will inevitably succeed.
Someone will succeed.

My legs and arms are now braced tightly.
I feel my pulse through theses shackles.
Frail and frigid I lay, hopelessly on the confines of the silver table known to me as my death bed.
Slowly losing control, growing number.

My eyes close.
I bid myself farewell.
As to those whose lives were lost on the account of these homicides, the sacrifice was offered long before I was conceived.
I was conceived.